Braiding the Night River

fluid ribbons of desire

confluence under a flash of moon

a flow of silk and fire.



About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
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5 Responses to Braiding the Night River

  1. THe imagery and words are beautiful and strong!

  2. torquethis says:

    Nicely done. Simple and elegant.

  3. Jingle says:

    the imagery is super beautiful.

    Happy Rally.


  4. Ms. Queenly says:

    I love this piece. Short and sweet and word choice is evocative and impeccable.

    ~Ms. Queenly~

  5. I love all water, and water at night is mystical and magical, like your words. Thank you!

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